There is a mouse inside me. With big buckteeth like a bunny, and a craving for cheese like my sister. It sneaks along the ground like caterpillars on leaves. It creeps and creeps like someone getting out of bed early. It lives in my head and makes me tired. I wish my mouse would wake up more often. It makes me fell like a little pakrat.
With big buckteeth like a bunny, and a craving for cheese like my sister.
It sneaks along the ground like caterpillars on leaves. It creeps and creeps like someone getting out of bed early.
It lives in my head and makes me tired. I wish my mouse would wake up more often. It makes me fell like a little pakrat.
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